From Tangiers

The day sight wanes

cold familiarity corridors

cigarettes blinking with dusk

through vast last valleys and

darkening peeks into islands of hospitality

strung in dance clapped with joy's foil

to dreams and wisdoms that opening of the tiring memory

that gleaming flight

that caress next to slumber

that roll sleepless

summoning morning sweet mint tea

in the lure of desert

and veil sifting of whispers of Marrakesh